Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.